You will find it in a publication called "Brillig," which was published at Quincy College, Quincy, Illinois, in 1965. It was a single-issue magazine of poetry, so no citation is needed to date of publication. The poem (such as it is) was published without attribution, but I can now announce, formally and publicly, that I wrote it.

Camois Chongas? Sounds like a dance craze!! As for ram's horns, and the walls they bring down, I am thinking of taking temporary employment driving a bevy of lovely rich Jewish widows around for pay. I understand they make a celebration out of blowing the chofer.

The Catholics have elected their new Pope, but we MOABites have made no progress toward electing a new Poop! The Reform School of Dickybirds must be convened immediately and locked away in a room at a Motel 6 in Scranton, where they will cast ballots on sheets of toilet paper until they either elect a new Poop or decide to have a circle jerk instead, whichever comes first.

We can also have a Prime Minister if we want, too. Look at all of the overkill in some of the British lands (the UK). The can't get enough of these various heads of state (thus creating a Hydra-headed monster, but hey, THAT'S what the MOAB needs!)

Who should be in charge of our prime [ad]minister[ations] tasks?

If MMario sought this position, I daresay he'd have it all knit up in a jiffy. Or Amos might rattle of a timely fresh ditty to persuade our MOAB votes. Eh?

The old story says that a man was strolling down a country road with Satan, conversing about life and the Universe and all, and way up ahead they saw someone who might have been BWL bend down to pick something up from the roadside.

Satan started chuckling mightily at this, and his companion's curiosity was piqued thereby. So he asked the Prince of Darkness what was so goddamned funny, so to speak.

"That man down the road there, who just picked something up? He has discovered True B.S.!!!" laughed Satan.

"Why should that make you laugh, Satan? Seems to me your time on Earth is curtailed to the degree humans discover True BS -- it would make everything you do so obvious and transparent!"

Satan chortled, "Because I'M going to help him organize it!!"

I dinna think we can support top-heavy management in the MOAB. If nominated, I will not run, if elected, not serve, and if drafted, will not do well.

AN OCEAN OF QUARKS. Nuclear physicists have now demonstrated that the material essence of the universe at a time mere microseconds after the big bang consists of a ubiquitous quark-gluon liquid. This huge insight comes from an experiment carried out over the past five years at the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider (RHIC), the giant crusher of nuclei located at Brookhaven National Lab, where scientists have created a toy version of the cosmos amid high-energy collisions. RHIC is of course not a telescope pointed at the sky but an underground accelerator on Long Island; it is, nevertheless, in effect, a precision cosmology instrument for viewing a very early portion of the universe, a wild era long before the time of the first atoms (which formed about 400,000 years after the big bang), before the first compound nuclei such as helium (about a minute after the big bang), before even the time when protons are thought to have formed into stable entities (ten microseconds).

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...Brookhaven physicist Samuel Aronson said that having established the quark-gluon-liquid nature of the pre-protonic universe, RHIC expected to plumb the liquid's properties, such as its heat capacity and its reaction to shock waves. The liquid is dense but seems to flow with very little viscosity. It flows so freely that it approximates an ideal, or perfect, fluid, the kind governed by the standard laws of hydrodynamics. At least in its flow properties the quark liquid is therefore a classical liquid and should not be confused with a superfluid, whose flow properties (including zero viscosity) are dictated by quantum mechanics.

One of the reasons for RHIC's previous hesitancy in delivering a definitive pronouncement was concern over the issue of whether the observed nuclear liquid was composed of truly deconfined quarks and gluons or of quarks confined within hadrons, or maybe even a mixture of quarks and hadrons. According to William Zajc (Columbia Univ. and spokesperson for the PHENIX detector group at RHIC), the patterns of particles flying out of the fireball, including preliminary data on heavier, charm-quark-containing particles such as D mesons, support the quark liquid picture.

To summarize, the main stories here are (1) that based on the evidence of the RHIC data, the universe in the microsecond era would seem to consist of a novel liquid of quarks and gluons; (2) that RHIC has reproduced small fragments of this early phase of the universe for detailed study; and (3) that these results are vouched for by all four RHIC groups. If there had been delays in making an announcement of the results or if the exact nomenclature for the novel nuclear matter had been left unsettled, the RHIC physicists at the press conference seemed more interested in pursuing their new kind of experimental science---a sort of fluid-dynamical cosmology.

(All four groups are also concurrently publishing "white paper" summaries of their work in the journal Nuclear Physics A. Preprints are available as follows: BRAHMS, http://arxiv.org/abs/nucl-ex/0410020 ; PHENIX, http://arxiv.org/abs/nucl-ex/0410003 ; PHOBOS, http://arxiv.org/abs/nucl-ex/0410022 ; and STAR, http://arxiv.org/abs/nucl-ex/0501009)

(From the AIP Bulletin of Phsyics News #728, 4-20-05)

Well, there you have it. Given the parallelism inherent between the physical universe and the spiritual/BS universe, it is clear that pre-memetic BS must have similarly been a perfect liquid, a mix of dissonant half-formed memes and cognitive disasters seeking equilibrium, but too highly energized and chaotic to achieve it.

Poop Crapslinger 1.5: Bishop of Bisque, Vicar of Khandu, Successor of Tweed, Supreme Artifact of the Universal BS, Patriarch of the Southeast, Primate of Floribama, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Swamps, Sovereign of the State of the Panama City, Servant of the Servants of MOAB.

I left a letter off, Rapaire. The letter "k" , followed by the exclamation point. Lost in the rush of keystrokes, I suppose. If I had typed those, the letters would have formed the word. "Speak!", which is the directive form, a command to another to perform a verb. In this case, Gluon, the Quark-Speaking dog-duck.

I am sorry to see that I had to spell out in so much detail the explanation that anyone able to sift probabilities and use a tiny modicum of imagination would have concluded on their own, but in respect of our long friendship I am happy to do it for you. I know you would never take advantage and would only ask for that sort of help if you really needed it.

Ah, good Rapaire, KIND Rapaire, PRINCIPLED Rapaire!! How have I wronged thee! Your benevolence in not mentioning my unprincipled abuse of Heisenberg's reputation as Principle Investigator of the Uncertainty Principle is -- much like Schrodinger's cat -- almost mythical in its ambiguity. Such gentility exceeds all I had ever imagined in your dubious character, sir, and I apologize for my misestimation!

Yeah, I work hard at it. You don't get a rep like mine without a lot of hard work, lemme tell ya. I remember one time back in, oh, '70 or mebbe '71, when I was just beggining my career. It was a different time, then, I mean, Nixon was President and the Vietnam Unpleasantness was happening. Nehru jackets had passed into fashion history, which was just as well, and leisure suits were still in the future, thank God. Anyway, my brother and I were both back from the Army and we'd wear each others clothes. I remember he had a double-breasted sport jacket, even though I wouldn't wear such a thing nowadays, that we both thought was the most fashionable thing we'd ever seen. Granted, we hadn't seen much back then, pretty much just what we'd see in the Army, really. We've made up for it since, of course. My brother has too. He did a canoe trip up along the Boundary Waters area with a couple friends once, and they were paddling along near shore when one of them thoght they should get a cloaser look at a young moose; well, momma moose was nearby by and when she raised her head up out the water those four guys paddled so fast that the canoe was planing, let me tell ya! Anyway, like I was saying about leisure suits, I had one, like a lot of men, but I got rid of it pretty quick, let me tell ya. Polyester double knit, it was.

The analytical technique of nuclear magnetic resonance (NMR1, 2) is based on coherent quantum mechanical superposition of nuclear spin states. Recently, NMR has received considerable renewed interest in the context of quantum computation and information processing3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, which require controlled coherent qubit operations. However, standard NMR is not suitable for the implementation of realistic scalable devices, which would require all-electrical control and the means to detect microscopic quantities of coherent nuclear spins. Here we present a self-contained NMR semiconductor device that can control nuclear spins in a nanometre-scale region. Our approach enables the direct detection of (otherwise invisible) multiple quantum coherences between levels separated by more than one quantum of spin angular momentum. This microscopic high sensitivity NMR technique is especially suitable for probing materials whose nuclei contain multiple spin levels, and may form the basis of a versatile multiple qubit device.